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Your senses filled, attention caught and eyes focused

It gives you everything and sets it up in time and space

The rest is up to you

It´s not your own delusion, It´s not a dream

Who blinded me?

Who saw the first sign?

Who blinded me?

Who gets away with thinking the worst?

The markings on the floor tell me

the exit´s coming nearer

But they lie

Every step is getting harder

It´s not a dream,  It´s not your own delusion

Who blinded me?

Who saw the first sign?

Who blinded me?

Who gets away with thinking the worst?

I try to remember how it was – hopeless

The doors are all closed and I´m left in the dark

Our dark, an instant before it all went wrong

I am walking down a winding hallway with doors

I´m still walking but going backwards

The meaning is somewhere in the neverending maze

Walking down a winding hallway with doors

Painted on the walls, there´s no way back, It´s the only way